D. Child/M. Bolton
Come Monday morning
You see her waitin' on the street for her ride
In an hour she'll be working

In a tower made of steel in the sky
She's just a pawn in the struggle
In a never-ending fight to survive
Mama had to play someone else's game
You learn to keep it inside
Working girl, livin' in a man's world
Working girl, you gotta take a stand, girl
The boss checks out her body
She's on the telephone tellin' his lies
Run and get the coffee
And a smile hides the rage in her eyes
Tonight she's searching for a reason
As she's walking home alone in the rain
Mama had to play someone else's game
Someday she's breakin' the chain
Working girl, livin' in a man's world
Working girl, you gotta take a stand, girl
Nobody knows the dreams she dares to dream
The plans she has made
Or the times she has prayed inside
Or what tears at her pride